<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556</id><updated>2011-10-12T17:06:29.466+08:00</updated><category term='Royal Plaza'/><category term='smokes'/><category term='Nur'/><category term='chocoate'/><category term='Carousel'/><category term='giler'/><category term='Ayun'/><category term='2 girls 1 cup'/><category term='puase'/><category term='gangster'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='excuses'/><category term='S factor'/><category term='BBDC'/><category term='tag'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='KOI'/><category term='canon'/><category term='sachok'/><category term='2B'/><category term='police'/><category term='siamese'/><category term='Cadburry'/><category term='Loola'/><category term='bike'/><category term='mainecoon'/><category term='Indonesia'/><category term='malu'/><category term='Kris'/><category term='stabbing'/><category term='family'/><category term='pitcher'/><category term='haji lane'/><category term='video'/><category term='GSS'/><category term='agama'/><category term='Airul'/><category term='Car'/><category term='bond'/><category term='gross'/><category term='2A'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Ramdhan'/><category term='desserts'/><category term='Tudung'/><category term='big cat'/><category term='mafia'/><category term='Batam Trip'/><category term='seafood'/><category term='ps3'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='alim'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='TP'/><category term='adopt'/><category term='note'/><category term='puke'/><category term='bodoh'/><category term='feeing single'/><category term='bitch'/><category term='dream'/><category term='school'/><category term='motor'/><category term='ego'/><category term='ghost'/><category term='faith'/><category term='escorts'/><category term='trip'/><category term='girlfriends'/><category term='movie'/><category term='ugly porn'/><category term='Brian McKnight'/><category term='boom netting'/><category term='show off'/><category term='siblings'/><category term='monkey'/><category term='monopoly'/><category term='malay'/><category term='FHM'/><category term='shisha'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Sleep-walking'/><category term='vaccination. 2B'/><category term='ang mo kio'/><category term='men'/><category term='Bintan'/><category term='hot'/><category term='cat'/><category term='double date'/><category term='lcd'/><category term='smooch'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-2541434489075748602</id><published>2011-01-25T13:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T14:20:45.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists  - No Holds Barred</title><content type='html'>Let's list down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. When you said we talk too much, you are the one talking way too much. Kiter mane ade bebual bnyk. Kau tulis panjang2 pun, kiter buat bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Memang dulu kite ader misunderstanding ngan Shidah/Iman. Kau jgk dgn kiter. Bebual blakang jgk per. Biler dah baik, kau pun baik. Kau nak ckp kiter step gerek, kau pun step gerek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ape2 kwn2 kau ckp, main iye kan aje. "Exactly. Exactly." Nak bebual face-to-face boleh ah. Tapi kan, call tak angkat, msg tak reply, mcm maner nak jumpe. Oh, jadi marah ah aku tak reply PM kau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kau tgk balik post kau, kau yg start dulu, baru Airul masuk. Abih nak ckp org perangai mcm bdk2. Saper yg tulis bnyk2, panjang2, saper yang attention-seeker skrg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kau pat friendlist aku per. Obviously, whatever you post aku leh nmpk ah. Jgn ckp aku stalk or view2 kau nye profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kenape eh mesti delete Airul? Tak salah sudah ah. Oh luper, kau tak rugi pape. Oops, like Airul said, mcm maner tak rugi, duit dah kene kebas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 'Ooohhh... Takutnye' These two words boleh buat mulut aku mcm sial ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Aku pakai tudung, dosa tetap ader ok. I do have my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Yes, aku tunang Airul. So?  Aku tak masuk campur ah hal dier ngan kwn2. If Kam got the balls, talk to Airul himself. And that explains why I don't reply your bloody PM. Ader hal ngan Airul, bebual ngan dier sendiri ah. Nak ckp Iman takde balls, dier ader. Walaupun takut bini, at least dier sendiri yang pergi pat Airul, settle aper2 yg patut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If I'm not wrong, kau ader mention 'she fed with lies or whatever'. Asal? Airul kene fitnah ke? Ouh, kau punye Kam baik sangat tak pernah tipu kau. LOL!! Takpe ah. Aku tak nak main busuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Kalau kau nye post takde kene mengene ngan aku, aku terase, then my bad ah. Paiseh sendiri. I will admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, hal nie senang je. Why need to run away? Tak boleh bayar one lump sum, bayar installment. Airul nye orang senang je. Aku pun hutang dier duit. Bayar sikit2 jgk. Org lain pun hutang dier duit, samer jgk.  And then you want to blame us for not being understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau nak cakap aper pun pasal aku &amp;amp; Airul, ckp lah. Kiter tak kisah. We can only laugh. Because the thing is, everything is pointed back to you. Kau yang bebual bnyk abih nak suruh kiter diam. Where's the logic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-2541434489075748602?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2541434489075748602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=2541434489075748602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/2541434489075748602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/2541434489075748602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/lists-no-holds-barred.html' title='Lists  - No Holds Barred'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-8401908686233148215</id><published>2011-01-11T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:12:12.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I hear is blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>I have found my reasons.  Reasons on why I sympathize more towards animals than human.  Why I care more about animals to children.  Because animals, they are loyal.  You adopted them, pampered them and in return, they are so 'manja' towards you.  They wanna be with you, sleep beside you... haha... and they give you a sneeze.  I'm in that situation now. *ahchoo* *ahchoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't have sympathize more with Airul.  If I were to tell him to stop helping people, nah uh, he'll say 'no'.  He will try his very best to help whoever he can.  Whenever he can.  Even if he can't, he will say to that person, "I wish I can help but I'm sorry I can't".   He's being accused of things, being bad mouthed by people and what-not.  He still keep his cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, everybody talk behind everybody's back.  What makes you so perfect?  You don't bloody practice what you preach.  Think before you speak.  When I look at things, hear what people are saying, and when you point your finger at someone, remember 3 fingers are pointing back at ya.  Your words seem to backfire.  Get the facts right.  And some people who don't know anything, come barging in like they know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we know what's right, we don't really need to explain ourselves.  We don't really need to flare up, temperature rising, and then make an ass out of ourselves and look stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go on there.  Live under that shelter which covers you from the truth.  Stay there because the truth hurts.  Oh yes, it does hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-8401908686233148215?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8401908686233148215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=8401908686233148215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8401908686233148215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8401908686233148215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-i-hear-is-blah-blah-blah.html' title='All I hear is blah blah blah'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-3785136642808559724</id><published>2010-11-20T12:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:33:20.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ang mo kio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gangster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mafia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>No more Backstabbers.</title><content type='html'>What's up with this stabbing here &amp;amp; there?  I can just laugh my ass off by reading the news.  And then there was this recent case at Ang Mo Kio Ave 10.  Someone's arm had been hacked, he was seriously injured, I think, but not deadly.   I can only laugh because you just knew that the person gonna get caught.  True enough, today Berita Harian, a 16 or 17 year old already been caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on.  Downtown East, Bukit Panjang, Yishun and Ang Mo Kio, within 48 hrs, police are on them.  This is Singapore.  You can neither run nor hide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another laughing matter to me is today's news at Berita Harian about gangsterism.  Kind of focusing on the Malays.  There's this sentence, "Kawan 'pakai baju', saya pun nak 'pakai baju'.  Kalau ada apa-apa, dia orang jaga." (A friend joined a gang group, I feel like joining too. Anything, they can take care of us.) When a fight breaks out? Yes , of course.  When you get caught?  Are they going to help bail you out? Are they going to hire a lawyer to defend you? And what's more? You are not happy, so you spill the beans.  Who's with you, who's involve and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are such thing as brotherhood and jiwa members.  But in gangsterism, brotherhood exist when there's fight.  True brotherhood exist in Italian Mafia and Yakuza (Japanese Mafia).  I'm not going to say like I know everything, so you guys just Google and read it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Singapore is no longer safe with people attacking random people or people they knew, but this is Singapore. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-3785136642808559724?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3785136642808559724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=3785136642808559724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/3785136642808559724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/3785136642808559724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-more-backstabbers.html' title='No more Backstabbers.'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-4113818706355741620</id><published>2010-10-20T00:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T01:18:16.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KOI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carousel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocoate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='double date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desserts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Royal Plaza'/><title type='text'>My 3-days Weekend</title><content type='html'>Day 1 (Friday, 15 Oct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Double Date&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, my helmet was stolen.  Let's just skip that part.  We went for so-called, dinner?  While waiting for Fidah to finish work.  While still waiting, I get myself KOI.  Boo!!!  I don't understand why they stationed some China girl to take order, unless she understands some simple English.  And the movie, 'The Child's Eye', suspense but crap.  After that, YAY!!  Finally, somebody pampered me with Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's.  OMG!! Yum! Yum! Yum! I want some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3DLST9MUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z3p7wZfklIA/s1600/IMG_7349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3DLST9MUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z3p7wZfklIA/s320/IMG_7349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529790516142354754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My adorable fiancee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3EKWosmAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/D-odw6HmJS0/s1600/IMG_7350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3EKWosmAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/D-odw6HmJS0/s320/IMG_7350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529791599634847746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3EK0xpFCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GVH6T1GOMfc/s1600/IMG_7379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3EK0xpFCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GVH6T1GOMfc/s320/IMG_7379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529791607725429794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fidah &amp;amp; Wan Berok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3ELJIf03I/AAAAAAAAAKs/MQUKDmtfD-M/s1600/IMG_7388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3ELJIf03I/AAAAAAAAAKs/MQUKDmtfD-M/s320/IMG_7388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529791613190001522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yum! Yum! Chunky Monkey &amp;amp; Chocolate something-something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3EL1XJ2EI/AAAAAAAAAK0/loPk1ce3k9g/s1600/IMG_7443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3EL1XJ2EI/AAAAAAAAAK0/loPk1ce3k9g/s320/IMG_7443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529791625062635586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love of my Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 2 (Saturday, 16 Oct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girlfriends Meet-up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3JSKPBtQI/AAAAAAAAALc/PQCIobGUGBw/s1600/IMG_7546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3JSKPBtQI/AAAAAAAAALc/PQCIobGUGBw/s320/IMG_7546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529797231303046402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, after so long, we are able to have this meet-up.  Before Kak Jar joined us, we had Breeks.  Ouh, before that, Sop is the one who is usually late, but, :D, I'm the last person to arrive.  Heh!  Anyways, after Breeks, walked all the way to One Fullerton to have our Starbucks there.  A very warm and hazy night.  It's been a while since I went there.  Marina Bay Sand looks so nice.  Great for photo-shooting.  And of course, Nana, with her new updates.  I'm happy for her.  We all are. And I hope she is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3JPwcVsLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iqjTwCrcj4w/s1600/IMG_7468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3JPwcVsLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iqjTwCrcj4w/s320/IMG_7468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529797190019821746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3JQb92uJI/AAAAAAAAALE/R2jeboI65rs/s1600/IMG_7474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3JQb92uJI/AAAAAAAAALE/R2jeboI65rs/s320/IMG_7474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529797201703123090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3JQwOzjOI/AAAAAAAAALM/2du69CdXfXI/s1600/IMG_7531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3JQwOzjOI/AAAAAAAAALM/2du69CdXfXI/s320/IMG_7531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529797207142927586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Sop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3JRMTpdEI/AAAAAAAAALU/DnUrtbANNak/s1600/IMG_7524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3JRMTpdEI/AAAAAAAAALU/DnUrtbANNak/s320/IMG_7524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529797214679430210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sop &amp;amp; Kak Jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 3 (Sunday, 17 Oct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lunch at Carousel, Royal Plaza&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Aini gave us a treat.  I'm a dessert person.  So, the dessert was tempting.  It was like a buffet.  There's sushi, cold seafood (my first-time trying), assorted desserts, bread, side dishes and many more.  Their bread pudding was yummy-licious.  I'm gonna learn how to do it.  Second attempt failed :,(  Did I mentioned chocolate fondue?   OMG!!  Crème brûlée.  Yum! Very sweet though.  I'm so gonna bring my family here.  Ok, not here but Grand Hyatt, Straits Kitchen.  I'm gonna give my family a treat on Mum's birthday in December.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3N-00PKJI/AAAAAAAAALk/K6oqd6lCP0M/s1600/IMG_7550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3N-00PKJI/AAAAAAAAALk/K6oqd6lCP0M/s320/IMG_7550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529802396694161554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3N_N2hFzI/AAAAAAAAALs/yKA7J__Ua10/s1600/IMG_7555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3N_N2hFzI/AAAAAAAAALs/yKA7J__Ua10/s320/IMG_7555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529802403414611762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3N_iCbOKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYsXWR7Mzww/s1600/IMG_7561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3N_iCbOKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYsXWR7Mzww/s320/IMG_7561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529802408833267874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3N_7dnUCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LLtGYlLT8FA/s1600/IMG_7566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3N_7dnUCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LLtGYlLT8FA/s320/IMG_7566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529802415658192930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3OAE7cMyI/AAAAAAAAAME/qtzBwyNq2yk/s1600/IMG_7577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3OAE7cMyI/AAAAAAAAAME/qtzBwyNq2yk/s320/IMG_7577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529802418199212834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3PEDi_AVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PW0mcVB85Pg/s1600/IMG_7576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3PEDi_AVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PW0mcVB85Pg/s320/IMG_7576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529803586059305298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3PEeAPmrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yaUURKVObWU/s1600/IMG_7592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3PEeAPmrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yaUURKVObWU/s320/IMG_7592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529803593161349810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the end of the day, I'm broke. Bah!! Not really.  Quite tight that's all.  Go out spend money, bought new helmet but dad's gonna pay me back 'cause he liked that helmet.  Yup, my helmet was returned by don't-know-who. And today I just spend $100... for my Singtel Bills.  Ok... At least money is coming in from dockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-4113818706355741620?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4113818706355741620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=4113818706355741620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/4113818706355741620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/4113818706355741620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-3-days-weekend.html' title='My 3-days Weekend'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TL3DLST9MUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z3p7wZfklIA/s72-c/IMG_7349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-3843597075482677038</id><published>2010-10-11T17:21:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:44:53.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batam Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seafood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Batam Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM LAZY TO UPDATE ABOUT MY BATAM TRIP&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me summarize then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TLL4G_ppeEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5OXvjSrRSbA/s1600/IMG_7075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TLL4G_ppeEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5OXvjSrRSbA/s320/IMG_7075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526752491786041410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TLL3tQ37KUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xJKF0JK60Eg/s1600/IMG_7100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TLL3tQ37KUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xJKF0JK60Eg/s320/IMG_7100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526752049732725058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TLL18UXpzLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/U_DGJmafGHs/s1600/IMG_7107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TLLfyFRBsgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/n-OpL3W1w40/s320/IMG_7244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526725744237064706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TLLfi0sSaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/a2wxxewjc3A/s1600/IMG_7293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TLLfi0sSaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/a2wxxewjc3A/s320/IMG_7293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526725482089965970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TLLdPT3S9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/uiRytXTv2xY/s1600/IMG_7100.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 - Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;2 - Nice food&lt;br /&gt;3 - Nonsense food but nice&lt;br /&gt;4 - Seafood&lt;br /&gt;5 - Shopping&lt;br /&gt;6 - More karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I only spend SGD200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-3843597075482677038?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3843597075482677038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=3843597075482677038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/3843597075482677038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/3843597075482677038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/batam-trip.html' title='Batam Trip'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TLL4G_ppeEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5OXvjSrRSbA/s72-c/IMG_7075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-5756627616781436663</id><published>2010-10-05T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:07:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon...</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Batam last week, Saturday. Too tired. Soon people. Soon, I will blog about my Batam trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-5756627616781436663?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5756627616781436663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=5756627616781436663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5756627616781436663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5756627616781436663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/soon.html' title='Soon...'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-8689981188502190295</id><published>2010-09-28T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:52:31.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smooch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Shout Out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AIRUL BIN BUJANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come! Lemme give you a smoochy smoochy baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TKDZo83YQAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rVGE0xu2vnU/s1600/smooch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TKDZo83YQAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rVGE0xu2vnU/s320/smooch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521652440712626178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-8689981188502190295?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8689981188502190295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=8689981188502190295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8689981188502190295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8689981188502190295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out!!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TKDZo83YQAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rVGE0xu2vnU/s72-c/smooch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6135503165417718538</id><published>2010-09-26T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:56:15.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dreams</title><content type='html'>I just had to blog this down. I had a dream.  Now only it suddenly ting!  I dreamt about my wedding.  I was preparing for my wedding.  It was like the whole show case of wedding dias, clothings and stuff like those in expo and there's only me.  Only for me.  Well, I know Ayun was there somewhere.  The best part was, there's a horse carriage.  Just like I wanted for my wedding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give out a loud HAHA!!  I'm sure there's no escort so please give me my horse!  But, confirm kene reject.  Pfft!  I'm happy.  Even though it was just a dream but me still happy.  But I'm gonna make sure I'm gonna get those horse carriage of mine and a pram like this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TJ8mI5GrKUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6P34txq_W7A/s1600/silver-cross-balmoral-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TJ8mI5GrKUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6P34txq_W7A/s320/silver-cross-balmoral-black.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521173602389141826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it would be nice to have it in white and lacey, like Victorian style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: My blog needs a make-over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6135503165417718538?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6135503165417718538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6135503165417718538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6135503165417718538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6135503165417718538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-dreams.html' title='Wedding Dreams'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/TJ8mI5GrKUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6P34txq_W7A/s72-c/silver-cross-balmoral-black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6551120158312635015</id><published>2009-11-01T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:54:47.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Crying</title><content type='html'>I keep telling myself to stop crying like half an hour ago.  I wanted to quit but I have to keep trying.  But everytime I try, I got turned down.  It's been ages since my bf and I had dates.  We seemed to never go out anymore.  No more quality time spend.  Yes, I did understand he has to work but if I can make time for him, why not him?  Yes, he does love me.  I do feel his love lately.  Like I always said,  walk the talk.  "Saying 'I love you' is not the words I want to hear from you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to make things clear, I'm not crying because I got turned down.  I'm crying because I'm afraid of what I'm going to do.  Ok, it's not like I have the intention to do it.  I'm just afraid I might do it.  I'm afraid I might find myself another boyfriend.  That would hurt Ayun very badly.  But if this goes on, I'm afraid it might happen.  And I will never blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a secret.  Not a secret anymore.  Not afraid to say it here cause Ayun is an internet noob.  Not IT savvy at all.  So here goes; my reason to ask him out is to let him know that we are going to get engage.  Let's just say, I'm going to propose to him.  I planned it out already.  Once again, he's a surprise spoiler.  I'm giving ourselves 3 months to prepare.  But whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6551120158312635015?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6551120158312635015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6551120158312635015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6551120158312635015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6551120158312635015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop-crying.html' title='Stop Crying'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-7241947875871879421</id><published>2009-09-16T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:39:57.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2B'/><title type='text'>Not meant to be</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I had my TP today.  Guess what?  I got 12 points.  :).  Guess what?  1 Immediate Failure! :(  I don't know what happened but I kinda lose control of the bike, braked quite hard and my right foot came down.  My tester called my number and he said, "Bagus nie 12 points tapi sayang...?".  It was at the starting point, depan2 tester.  Nevermind.  Bukan rezeki.  But then, kene tunggu till 28 October for my TP again.  So long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm still quite pissed.  Takpe lah.  I think I know behind the reason for not passing my TP.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-7241947875871879421?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7241947875871879421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=7241947875871879421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/7241947875871879421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/7241947875871879421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-meant-to-be.html' title='Not meant to be'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6771989131570775347</id><published>2009-06-21T03:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:46:21.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>I Lost My Faith</title><content type='html'>Today I told Aziz that I lost faith in marriage.  So, how can someone lost the faith when she haven't go through it?  The one closest to me, of course my family, doesn't have problems with marriage.  Relatives.  Yes.  Friends.  Yes.  When people asked me when I'm getting married, I have no straight answer.  So, I've been with Ayun like 6 years now, of course it's time but I don't know if it can last forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, watched Tyra Banks show just now.  About pregnancy and she smokes.  My Ayun smokes which I hate.  I told him if we were to get married and he doesn't stop smoking, no children.  About the lady at Tyra Show.  Her family has no history of asthma but because of smoking, her two children had asthma.  I told myself if I had a baby and it has asthma or any illness due to smoking, I will blame Ayun (if he still smokes).  But if he quits and we had a baby after that, it has illness like asthma, I will accept its fate.  So the best I think, well I already plan, after marriage, I will give Ayun (if he's my husband) one year to quit smoking.  Or else no baby.  If he wanted so much to have a family, he has my permission for second wife.  Really.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think negative especially the marriage part.  But, we may never know the future.  In twenty years time, will we be as loving as now?  Sucks huh.  Ok, thinking about the book, Who Moved My Cheese?  I think I will worry about the future, well in the future.  The present is important to me right NOW.  Live without worry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my Ayun will read this blog.  It's hard to tell him what I think.  He will either lost his mood or ignore it.  If this is how things are, how are we going to get married when there's no communication?  I seems to have more and more reasons not to tie the knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6771989131570775347?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6771989131570775347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6771989131570775347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6771989131570775347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6771989131570775347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-lost-my-faith.html' title='I Lost My Faith'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-7962399044994962947</id><published>2009-05-17T04:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T04:42:26.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GSS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaccination. 2B'/><title type='text'>So Materialistic!</title><content type='html'>I admit I am.  So many things to buy, I wonder whether I need it.  First of all, I need to clear my 2B license ASAP.  Tak tahan babe.  Makin syiok naik motor.  Haha.  I still like got 6 lessons to go, if i manage to survive.  Next lesson is my 4.02.  U-turn and pillion too.  Did a try out on Friday.  A okay.  Did a calculation hopefully I will be able to finish by July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will wait for Ayun's payday.  Then I will use his pay slip and buy laptop through installment.  I even asked my girlfriend to help, she is willing to. My motherboard spoil again and my stubborn father still wanted to sent for repair.  I asked for new laptop, which I will pay installment to him, but guess what he bought?  Another flat screen LCD.  Seriously, I was pissed off.  Because I my school is important, and my brother fucking desktop has too much programmes and games, which will cause lag, so I can't use my CS4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, saving up money for school study trip to China.  September.  I decided to go because it will be on fasting month and it will be great to see how the Muslim people in China celebrate Ramadan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, trade in my Samsung F408 for Sony Ericsson W705.  Then maybe trade in my Canon 1000D for 450D?  How about 50D?  Then saving up for iPod Touch 14gb.  Then $$ for dentist, Baby's vaccination and what else? Erm, June is coming, so GSS? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to discipline myself to spend only at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-7962399044994962947?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7962399044994962947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=7962399044994962947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/7962399044994962947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/7962399044994962947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-materialistic.html' title='So Materialistic!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-5852983559127366357</id><published>2009-04-20T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:00:29.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haji lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escorts'/><title type='text'>B.S</title><content type='html'>I never liked wedding escorts.  Dunno why.  Sometimes it's fun to watch their actions and stuff, but never asked me to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I were to marry Ayun, he wanted bike escorts.  Well, honey, thanks for my CRASHING my dream wedding!  Because I always knew where I stand.  Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, fined for smoking Shisha was totally BS.  First of all, I'm a non-smoker.  Ok, here's the thing.  Haji Lane is a hot spot for? Shisha.  And majority of them, well in fact, people who went there, their intentions or motives would be? To smoke shisha.  So, why would a non-smoker would want go there?  I mean, when we asked our friends to go to Haji Lane, obviously to smoke shisha.  You get my point right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some shops around the shisha shops were still open, then it's understandable, not to smoke near the shops or sit around there.  But at night, the shops are closed, and shisha shops are the ones that are open.  So come on, loosen up a bit, would ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.  Can't get out of this country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-5852983559127366357?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5852983559127366357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=5852983559127366357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5852983559127366357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5852983559127366357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/bs.html' title='B.S'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-7918211563394050118</id><published>2009-04-19T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:41:36.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S factor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FHM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kris'/><title type='text'>So What!</title><content type='html'>Watching S Factor as I type.  The debates had passed.  I don't like Sonia and Michelle.  Personally, hate Sonia the most.  They said Kris was unattractive.  Look, I'm not a fan of this kind of show but there's nothing else to watch.  And Sonia just got eliminated.  Great!  So what if she's a good-looking girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People are all the same&lt;br /&gt;And we only get judged by what we do&lt;br /&gt;Personality reflects name&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm ugly then&lt;br /&gt;So are you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said people hate her because she's pretty.  I hate her because she was mean.  Pretty girls are mean girls!  I know a few.  That's why I try not to judge or criticize people.  That's why I like that girl who auditioned for FHM.  The one who said, "I have the face of the cover".  True, she's not that attractive but, I like her confidence.  She don't care.  Who cares!  So what! &lt;--- I like this phrase by Tyra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fat. So what!&lt;br /&gt;I'm unattractive. So what!&lt;br /&gt;I'm short. So what!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... New school semester tomorrow.  My last year.  Monday blues! 8am to 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-7918211563394050118?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7918211563394050118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=7918211563394050118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/7918211563394050118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/7918211563394050118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-what.html' title='So What!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-7175888528079022798</id><published>2009-04-14T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:57:49.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodoh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBDC'/><title type='text'>Show Off</title><content type='html'>Today.  Tuesday.  14 April.  2A licence.  BBDC.  Starting time, 2005hr.  Tag: SP 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn pissed off at this malay guy.  So I fell a couple of times.  Well, alot!  It's the 'S' and crank course.  I was excited and scared and nervous.  I was scared to open my throttle because if too fast I might as well went up the kerb.  Ok.  My eye direction is important.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, about this dumb ass guy.  After the crank course, turned left, I lost control of my bike and fell.  I picked bike up and the instructor came running, start the engine and everything, I was on the bike again.  So this guy stopped behind another bike, just nice, next to me.  He asked me this (with a stucked up shit face) in malay, "Motor berat sangat ka pe?"  English - Bike heavy or what?  In a way, he's trying to say, "Tu pun boleh jatuh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was blur, as always, and then I realised his tone and dumb ass shit face, fuck him.  Seriously, from just now, bingit sey.  Punye lah action.  Some guys when learning 2A, passed by in front of me, will blow2.  To me, that's okay.  But this guy... argh!  He made me so damn mad.  Baru nak blajar 2A ke?  My boyfriend dah ade.  Argh!  Seriously, the way he rode just now, was just damn action.  Show off.  Even the instructor was like looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget him.  White shirt.  Then pakai that long sleeve thing.  That's why sometimes I would love for my Ayun to pick me up in certain places, because of stuck up guy like him.  In a way, sometimes I would love to show off my Ayun.  Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bruised myself.  Ouch!  Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-7175888528079022798?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7175888528079022798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=7175888528079022798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/7175888528079022798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/7175888528079022798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Show Off'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-5445712838375005527</id><published>2009-03-31T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:43:04.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking out!</title><content type='html'>I spoke too soon.  I don't think I'm ever ready for marriage, let alone engage.  Because somehow I know or feel that my marriage won't last long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simpler way to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do, was never APPRECIATED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I say, was never HEARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I felt, was never BOTHERED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNICATION is never there!  It's so hard to talk to him nowadays.  Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here's the weird thing.  Today I just found out my uncle, paternal side, was admitted to hospital due to virus in his heart.  What's weird? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I dreamt someone looked like my late grandma, came to my house.  She was fat and looks exactly like my grandma.  I was shocked then my mum said, "This is your grandma's sister"... something like that.  My late grandma's siblings all had passed on except one.  Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I dreamt about my uncle, the one admitted to hospital.  He was cleaning the windows outside.  The one that maid usually died of.  So we shouted his name and asked him to go back inside.  He looked at us, laughed, did some stunt and... he fell.  I saw blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I dreamt about my late grandma again.  Exactly the same dream I had the first time but this time round, she's thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was shocked to find out my uncle was admitted to hospital.  What does grandma had to do with it?  Erm, nothing?  But I just hope and pray to God nothing will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  Back to my research.  And I just found out I have no freaking vacations!!!  After attachment, weekend, then back to school.  Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-5445712838375005527?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5445712838375005527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=5445712838375005527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5445712838375005527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5445712838375005527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/freaking-out.html' title='Freaking out!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-1970258632466138788</id><published>2009-03-22T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:42:14.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a nice Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>1745hr.  Today.  Make-up removed.  Clothes in the washing machine.  I have stop hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had 3 choices:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Friday.  Still can meet up.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Saturday.  Optional.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Today, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if he chooses opt 3 because it's our darn anniversary!  6 years &amp;amp; 1 month.  We do celebrate it monthly unless busy but we always make time for it.  And today he had 2 choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Me OR&lt;br /&gt;2 - his darn helmet (something about his cutting helmet's strap bla bla bla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it obvious?  Went to madrasah.  Dressed up.  Because I'm still hoping.  Reached home around 1550hr.  Still hoping.  1745hr.  Forget it.  Tomorrow?  Don't think about it.  I don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't complain anymore.  Many hints given.  "Are you free on weekend?".  "I feel like eating at Sakura"... bla bla bla.  I still had the coupons for Sakura and Bali Thai which Ayun get which expire 30 April 2009.  I'm not gonna do anything about it.  I already told him.  If he wants to go out with me, he plans.  I won't remind him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice Happy Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-1970258632466138788?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1970258632466138788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=1970258632466138788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/1970258632466138788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/1970258632466138788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-nice-anniversary.html' title='Have a nice Anniversary!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-4995144507154777661</id><published>2009-03-17T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:35:24.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P-I-S-S-I-N-G</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I hate my ITP.  It's killing me!!!  I'm bored to death.  Then there's  this one staff, let's call her 'A'.  I don't like her.  Fine!  So I was late. 10 mins.  When I came in, she looked at me like one kind.  I was about to say 'Good Morning' but with face like that, 'Go to hell!'  After I sat for awhile, she called for me.  I went to her and once again she looked at me and kind of walked off.  Was about to when I called for her and she said the pantry is my job.  No need for her to remind me.  She said with a smile or laugh.  The kind that not... sincere?  I don't know but you what I mean right?  I know it's my job but I just did it once.  Like a few weeks back.  Someone had already did it when I came so I thought today someone has done it already too.  The job is simple.  Boil water.  Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today I had to give the whatever job sheets, need her to sign and stuff.  She had to come to me a few times, telling me to fill in this and that, I forgot this and that.  She said she hated to remind me and stuff.  Oh yah, she said with a laugh at the end.  Maybe she doesn't want me to know she's kinda mad at me.  Hah!  Of course I need you to remind me.  I don't understand your instructions because you are mumbling and second, you are speaking through your nose.  Then last two weeks job sheet I had to give to my supervisor which I don't know because 'A' just gave me the paper after signing without telling me.  Then once again, she pissed off at me.  Whatever!  I just can't wait for this ITP to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the other two interns can click with the staff here because they are all of the same race.  And of course, this company here is 100% related to the course they are studying.  Then there's this intern forever kan-chong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be the first the come.  If not, at least I will come before 'A' and when she walks in, turn her head to the right, there I am.  This place is not welcoming at all.  Well, a few of them are very kind like my supervisor.  The boss?  I won't say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm bored and I'm reading this book called, 'The Present'.  The Secret to Enjoying Your Work and Life, Now.  So, I'm trying to enjoy the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed off at a lot of people.  From my ITP to my work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lesson learnt.  Find your own company for internship.  Find something you like then it will be enjoyable.  Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-4995144507154777661?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4995144507154777661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=4995144507154777661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/4995144507154777661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/4995144507154777661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/p-i-s-s-i-n-g.html' title='P-I-S-S-I-N-G'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6182072260690515097</id><published>2009-03-11T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:18:37.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad for Nothing</title><content type='html'>"I love everything about you"... Teet!  That is seriously BS.  Come on.  You gotta admit it.  There's no way you going to love everything about your significant other.  When you're quarelling, everything will come out.  "This is why or what I don't like about you...bla bla...."  Hey, there's always flaws, and a relationship with no arguments?... Too perfect almost too boring.  But of course, no couple likes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.  You know that Ne-yo song Mad?  There's one part saying, "Fighting 'bout nothing".  I think that's what I like, or rather love, to do to Ayun.  Suke carik pasal.  Agaknye Nur dah boring.  Rase macam dier jarang layan Nur gitu.  Sometimes my Ayun is just too cute.  Torturing him is fun.  DomiNURtrix!  hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta a secret to tell you.  Yesterday,.... nothing.  It's a secret.  All I know is Ayun cannot send me to school or work or wherever, because then, I will hate to see him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a big thing.  To me, at least.  My Ayun is ready to take our relationship to the next step.  Ready means when he finds a proper job which he said soon.  And when comes the 'soon', he said end of this year.  Here's why it freaks me out.  Because I think I'm not ready.  Ready as in I'm still childish?  I don't know.  I still think macam cepat.  Whether schooling or not, still cepat.  Let me put it this way, "This is who I am and this is what I like.  GC, Sum and Blink and MXPX rocking my room.  If you look for me then I'll be at the show... I don't wanna be told to grow up".... got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  And by ready also means when I found another job.  My current job, nah uh, cannot make it.  At my age, my current position I would say not for me.  Promotion?  Fat hope.  It's true what Nana said.  F&amp;amp;B sector, lots of boot licking.  I just hope Ayun agree to me working as... what he's doing now.  Tu pun tunggu lesen.  Haha.  I did try applying for a few jobs but maybe I'm a student that's why.  And I need flexibility.  So yah... Ayun knows how bagedil I am.  Tak kasi tetap buat kan?  Little Miss Stubborn.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, right now I'm doing a research for a simple dress.  Let's just say I'm making my own simple tunang dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criteria untuk tunang-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun must have a proper job.&lt;br /&gt;Nur, change job.&lt;br /&gt;My dress must be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple affair will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6182072260690515097?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6182072260690515097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6182072260690515097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6182072260690515097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6182072260690515097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/mad-for-nothing.html' title='Mad for Nothing'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-5182318051349134542</id><published>2009-02-12T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:24:00.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lcd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday... ;)... Hmmm, what's my age again?  Seriously, I will never act my age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, first of all, thousand apologies to my girlfriends because I could not go out with them yesterday.  My family asked me out and also it's was my busy week.  Exams and assignments.  Cik mah's family and our family went out to together to IMM.  And, I got a present ;)... Canon EOS 1000D... Later can testing, testing.  Wanted a Nikon but I familiarize myself with Canon already.  Think about it, school and friends are using Canon so it will be easier for me to borrow equipments, lens and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, delivering of Plasma LCD TV.  Yup, Dad bought like last week.  40" LCD.  Get free 25" and compact camera.  And also , my parents bought my brother PS3.  Wait for the tv, then set up PS3... haha... game on.  Then I will forget to do my assigment :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezeki family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-5182318051349134542?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5182318051349134542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=5182318051349134542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5182318051349134542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5182318051349134542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-2032897831933333153</id><published>2009-02-09T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:08:54.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>When I asked him, to sit at home and just talked to me on the phone.  His reply was, "Kalau kol pun tak de pape nak bebual".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset but did not show it.  We used to talk on the phone almost every night, even though there was 5 minutes silence, not talking.  We would watched tv and laughed over the phone.  Commenting on the show and stuff.  When I called late, he would text me.  2130hr was the time I would always call.  He would asked kenape kol lambat lah, ni lah, tu lah... haha... then later I would asked him to change channel to watch some funny show.  And we would laughed so hard.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need one request from him.  For that one day in one week, just one day, be at home and talk on the phone. I didn't know that request was so hard to fulfill.  I'm mad.  Am totally mad.  Yesterday he picked me up from work and asked whether I want to spend time with him.  I said NO!  Here's the thing, when I'm mad, he will start to call, asking whether I've eaten and stuff.  Are you free on this day or that.  Whatever.  And when everything's ok, it will be the same all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His making no effort whatsoever.  I don't need a boyfriend has a car, money or bike.  I need someone with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-2032897831933333153?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2032897831933333153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=2032897831933333153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/2032897831933333153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/2032897831933333153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-asked-him-to-sit-at-home-and.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-8150555758796755577</id><published>2009-02-05T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:35:12.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>In school.  Finishing my project.  Wanted to take a rest first.  I'm gonna be very busy.  No holidays for me.  Got ITP at Tanjong Pagar at some interior design company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday coming soon.  And my boyfriend is going oversea.  A last minute thing.  So no celebration with him.  If anyone had a plan and ask me along, let's say on 2 March, I will turn that person down flatly.  No second thought.  Why?  Because it's my boyfriend's birthday.  I won't say much.  But it just that girls do take anniversaries and birthdays seriously. Sometimes.  So I have a plan of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't expect me to go out before or after my birthday.  Only exceptional to my girlfriends.  I think I sacrifice my time, work and school alot.  I know no one asked me to.  So, I'm glad for my second year, I'll be very busy.  I'll be working from Monday to Saturday, 9am to 6pm.  Keep my mind occupy.  And my boyfriend can have many, many more times with his friends.  Double and triple the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the problem with me is that it's so hard for me to communicate with my boyfriend.  I don't know why it's hard for me to tell him how I felt.  Maybe I'm just too tired or just too lazy or hate if there's an argument.  Poor Ayun.  Then he will be clueless as to why I'm mad at him.  Now I know why.  Because if I told and be mad at him, it will still be the same.  This thing will happen all over again.  All he can say is sorry and blah blah blah.  He only talk the talk but I need him to walk the talk.  So why waste energy being mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this tells me that I have to appreciate my friends.  If you a girl, do appreciate your GIRLFRIENDS!!  Heck care about your boyfriend.  When anything goes wrong, it's your GIRLFRIENDS that will be there for you.  Remember, your GIRLFRIENDS!!!! I'm reminding myself too so in future I won't abandon my GIRLFRIENDS for my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-8150555758796755577?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8150555758796755577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=8150555758796755577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8150555758796755577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8150555758796755577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-8356933292203189705</id><published>2009-02-03T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:14:14.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>Never regret the mistakes you made.  Because without it, you will never learn.  So whenever I think back, no matter what mistakes or whatever decisions I made, I learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think there was one mistake I made and I regret it.  And that mistake was to let my Ayun smoke.  He asked me permission to smoke in front of me.  I was fed-up, dah malas nak layan, this and that, I said go ahead.  It was all because I malas nak layan.  Dah malas nak care. From 1 to 2.  Then that one day, 4 sticks.  Like half an hour apart?  My fault.  I should have been strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't like it when Ayun smokes in front of me.  I will be mad if I saw him smoke or saw a cig pack inside his pocket or under the bike's seat.  Bile kene tegur je, nanti boring ngan orang.  It shows that I still care right?  Since sometimes he doesn't care about howI feel, then I think should stop caring.  Sometimes he just brushed it off.  I don't like it when sometimes he acted like as if nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I told Ayun this.  Go ahead and smoke.  If we were to get married and he still doesn't quit, I told him no babies.  Be it a patch or contraceptive pills or whatever.  Making sure no babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it! Sometimes I can be too drama and too OTT.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Dang it! Soon I'll be one year... younger... hahahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-8356933292203189705?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8356933292203189705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=8356933292203189705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8356933292203189705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8356933292203189705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-2664404435279481837</id><published>2009-01-26T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:44:54.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Importance of Family Bond</title><content type='html'>Now then I realize how important family bonding is especially with your siblings.  So much had happened recently.  While your parents are still alive, it is them that keep the family together.  And when they no longer around, what's left is you and your siblings.  If you're not close with your siblings, to whom you going to turn to when there's problem?  When there's a close relationship between you and your siblings, you can share any problems with them, doesn't matter whether it's a shameful thing.  They will be there to help you find or solve a problem.  Always be there with your family through the good as well as the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my maternal grandparents.  They were always independent.  Not wanting to be a burden to their children.  But at the same time I'm glad that they're gone because they don't have to go through the 'anak derhaka' thingy and seeing what had happened recently. Nenek gemuk I missed the most.  I really wish she was here.  But I can only pray for her.  Well, sometimes it's not a good thing to miss someone who has left us too much. Like me, every where I go, every old woman I see, she will reminds me of nenek.  I mean, like last week, I was this old lady, looked exactly like nenek.  I was shock.  I was like, 'Oh my God.  Nenek still alive?'.  I istighfar bynk2.  Tak baik pikir gitu.  Yang pergi tu sudah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please treasure every moment with your loved ones.  Make that every second a memorable one.  You'll never know when they are going to leave you.  Only Allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A family that sticks together, stays together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-2664404435279481837?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2664404435279481837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=2664404435279481837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/2664404435279481837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/2664404435279481837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/importance-of-family-bond.html' title='The Importance of Family Bond'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6171472028067195011</id><published>2009-01-11T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:10:34.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I LOVE MY AYUN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6171472028067195011?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6171472028067195011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6171472028067195011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6171472028067195011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6171472028067195011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6246294989760967090</id><published>2009-01-11T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:35:32.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OK to fall harder</title><content type='html'>So I had my first motorbike pract today.  Hhhmmmm... yesterday.  It was so funny I tell you.  But I'm gonna tell you this first.  My instructor said I was the best one among the group.  Hehehe.  There's 2 girls and the rest are guys.  She said she gonna have me do the rounding first to make the guys feel paiseh.  Maybe because of my class 3 license, that's why I know to look far.  Ok, so it was only my first practical.  As it will go up, that's where the difficulty comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weakness has to be my balancing.  I fall quite a number of times.  I always fall at the braking part.  Throttle off, clutch in, foot broke then slowly hand brake then left leg down.  That's the part when I will suddenly lose my balance.  But then I'm not afraid of fallng at all.  I don't like guys to see girls as a sign of weakness so when I fall, I laughed.  Because I found it funny. And I don't feel embarrassed or anything like that or people want to laugh or whatever.  Then my lady instructor told me, "It's ok to fall harder, you'll get better."  My mainstand sucks too.  My reverse... hahah... I can't reverse.  My instructuor had to push me.  Then this guy was like looking at me reversing.  Kena scolded by the instructor.  I admit when I reverse, the bike doesn't even move.  And our group doesn't listen to instructions properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts.  Should be because of my pract.  Must apply the correct technique.  Then went to play pool with Ayun, Iman and Shidah.  I first try of playing pool.  Also funny.  Ball went out.  Hahaha... I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ayun! For the day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6246294989760967090?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6246294989760967090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6246294989760967090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6246294989760967090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6246294989760967090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-ok-to-fall-harder.html' title='It&apos;s OK to fall harder'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6984324920289350580</id><published>2008-12-19T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:35:54.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bintan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boom netting'/><title type='text'>The Loola's Adventure.... Fart and Burp</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Bintan 2 days ago.  It was super duper fun!  Back to Singapore so boring.  Anyways, Loola's Resort was a great place to be.  The resort ok ok.  Water? So damn cold.  Very windy.  No need fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day went into the sea.  It was low tide.  So can walk to the other side of the Island.  It was fun exploring.  Corals, stone fish and everything.  Second day was my suckiest day.  I mean I had a headache.  We had boom netting.  Although I had headache, hell no that's not going to ruin the fun.  I just jumped off the boat and SPLASH!!  Sea water went into my nose and mouth.  I wanted to go for the second time but, cannot take it.  A few minutes later, bluek! I vomited.  That was like my worst headache.  I had 4 paracetemol.  Doesn't work.  Usually it does.  From Pulau Kelong to Loola's Resort, I vomited all the way.  That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd day was quite boring.  No activities because of the weather.  Cannot kayak or trekking.  It was also kind of the worst day.  Sukri's hard disk corrupted.  Both his and mine pictures were in there. My village people photos.  Aaaaarrrrggghhhh! Last day wanted to stay up all night but in the end all sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there's no tv or radio or internet at resorts, doesn't matter where, it doesn't feel boring at all.  Singapore is like stress already.  No breezy feeling.  Right now I'm already bored.  No programme on tv.  Anyways, I wanted to organize a one-week trip to Malaysia.  By car.  Just follow the map.  Yup.  Doesn't matter if we get lost.  Hahahah... Ok, only if my parents give the green light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6984324920289350580?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6984324920289350580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6984324920289350580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6984324920289350580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6984324920289350580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/loolas-adventure-fart-and-burp.html' title='The Loola&apos;s Adventure.... Fart and Burp'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-5212516458060144602</id><published>2008-12-01T09:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:09:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling dangerous</title><content type='html'>The worst thing that your boyfriend could ever do to you is forget about the date with you. Well, apart from cheating that is. And he do nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 'Dangerous' is my middle name. HAH! Whatever. Hehe. So random. Dumb. Ok ok. I'm the type of person who likes to explore/try new things and some what adventourous. I suddenly realise life is too short. So darling, let's make it super sweet-ah! I wanna do something wild. I wanna ski diving. If I can't do it now, even if I'm 60, I still wanna do it. I wanna go back packing in Africa. That would be cool. Let's get up close and personal with the wild Let's go climb the Mount Everest. Let's drive to the Outback. Let's ride as far as to Thailand on wheels. Well, I've been there but I wanna do it with friends. Come on mama, Nur is a grown up girl already. So pleash?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm gonna do next? I'm gonna get myself a bike license. No kidding. Me not gonna tell me parents. My Ayun knew about it. Well, even if they say no, well, Nur cannot take no for an answer. Hey, me is a very rebellious girl. Ask Ayun. When ask not to do it, I still did it. When ask to do it, hell yeah! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-5212516458060144602?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5212516458060144602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=5212516458060144602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5212516458060144602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5212516458060144602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-dangerous.html' title='Feeling dangerous'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-5032530649291401240</id><published>2008-11-17T21:03:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:00:20.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adopt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mainecoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siamese'/><title type='text'>Cats! Cats! Cats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't believe in big cats until I saw this Maine Coon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF8j1OKagI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nHerJn3rYw4/s1600-h/IMG_6515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF8j1OKagI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nHerJn3rYw4/s200/IMG_6515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269629994023938562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adorable Cats!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to adopt Siamese&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF6udC4X6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/fPOcrZSFSdY/s1600-h/IMG_6506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF6udC4X6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/fPOcrZSFSdY/s200/IMG_6506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269627977489473442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF6ulhYjYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OLUkj3Vt7oE/s1600-h/IMG_6562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF6ulhYjYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OLUkj3Vt7oE/s200/IMG_6562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269627979764895106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF6ttPq-dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dFT2Yqr9Ycc/s1600-h/IMG_6492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF6ttPq-dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dFT2Yqr9Ycc/s200/IMG_6492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269627964658219474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF6t9uH6hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-9rx4PYMXhQ/s1600-h/IMG_6505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF6t9uH6hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-9rx4PYMXhQ/s200/IMG_6505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269627969080912402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Judging Time~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF4IYvTYWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KUGtII-fXxc/s1600-h/IMG_6579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF4IYvTYWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KUGtII-fXxc/s200/IMG_6579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269625124475330914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF4Ha7d5fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FK1SFJKTrLM/s1600-h/IMG_6533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF4Ha7d5fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FK1SFJKTrLM/s200/IMG_6533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269625107883353586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF4H_5resI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LzcEOHHYhmE/s1600-h/IMG_6557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF4H_5resI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LzcEOHHYhmE/s200/IMG_6557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269625117807966914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF4D3wqCTI/AAAAAAAAADs/gimPNgFVRN8/s1600-h/IMG_6527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF4D3wqCTI/AAAAAAAAADs/gimPNgFVRN8/s200/IMG_6527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269625046903163186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF4GoK4xaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Mg4wcTWoWB4/s1600-h/IMG_6531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF4GoK4xaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Mg4wcTWoWB4/s200/IMG_6531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269625094257821090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun and I went to a cat show at Seng Kang CC last Sunday, 16 November. I was so excited! The cats are like so exotic.  Well, it is.  You saw that Maine Coon picture? It was damn huge like a tiger cub.  I'm gonna get myself one.&lt;br /&gt;Ayun wanted to adopt this kitten -----&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSGAhJdXm2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7hhjil8PD7s/s1600-h/IMG_6518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSGAhJdXm2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7hhjil8PD7s/s200/IMG_6518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269634345963330402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, his mum doesn't let him.  She's still upset about the death of Nur [Ayun's cat].  So Ayun was quite upset. He should just buy that cat.  Hehe. Like me.  My mum doesn't like cat but I still brought Baby home and in the end, she accepted Baby and even scolded me for disturbing Baby while she was sleeping. Hehe. Because Baby was darn adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. She went missing two weeks ago, that I cried non-stop.  Because Baby is one timid cat and I'm afraid for her.  I was wondering how hungry she was, she must be cold sleeping outside etc.  Anyways, she was found on the 5th floor. I heard her cried and immediately my heart knew that it was her. I stayed on 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanted to adopt Siamese. Psycho-ing my mum. Yup. When I get married, I told Ayun that I want our house to be full of cats.  Both stray and exotic.  I'm a huge cat lover.  To me, if my cat died, I will still adopt and adopt, especially those from SPCA and stray.  I want them to die a healthy and happy way.  Die of a good, healthy ripe age.  Better than being eaten or abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another cat show coming up at Chevron.  FFS Catnival, if I'm not wrong.  On 7 December.  I wanted to register Baby in but we'll see how. If there's an award for The Most Timid Cat, it would be my Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-5032530649291401240?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5032530649291401240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=5032530649291401240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5032530649291401240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5032530649291401240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/cats-cats-cats.html' title='Cats! Cats! Cats!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SSF8j1OKagI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nHerJn3rYw4/s72-c/IMG_6515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-2180196792363861434</id><published>2008-10-20T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:09:33.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to India...</title><content type='html'>:)... Little India in Singapore that is.  It was yesterday after going to Sim Lim, to send my laptop for repair.  Indians so many.  They just walked all over the place like their father's road.  Aper lagi, honk! honk! honk! honk! Sume terperanjat.  Well, it was Sunday so expect the crowd.  I really totally feel like I was in India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhmmm... after one week of school, ok ok lah. What suck is that I have no laptop.  Mother board faulty.  Well, lepas repair nie, make sure jage betul-betul.  And I have alot of assignments.  Leceh lah laptop tak de.  2 months break then school re-open.  2 months of schooling the another 3 weeks of holiday...again!  ITP nak dekat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better that school re-open.  I can occupy myself with school assignments.  I have to worry ONLY about school.  Let me SPEND MY TIME with school work.  I don't want to think about anything or anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-2180196792363861434?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2180196792363861434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=2180196792363861434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/2180196792363861434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/2180196792363861434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-went-to-india.html' title='I went to India...'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6143971941137483818</id><published>2008-09-29T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:01:58.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedih</title><content type='html'>Left 1 more day to to end of Ramadan.  Nenek was suppose to here in my house, sambut raye kat sini but dier pergi dulu.  Kite ade mood nak raye then bile teringat nenek, mood hilang.  So overall, we don't have that kind of mood to celebrate hari raya.  It's going to be sunyi without nenek here.  Nur rindu nenek lah.  And the last thing Nur can do for nenek is mandi kan dier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok lepas azan Maghgrib, sume ahli-ahli kubur akan kembali ke tempat asal.  Confirm besok takbir, muke mesti basah.  Crying lah.  Syahdu kalau dengar takbir.  Reasons because entah bile kite boleh jumpe Ramadan lagi and terkenang pade yang tiada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after Maghrib ade kenduri arwah.  Nenek nye 7 days.  So fast.  Nur still cannot believe that nenek dah meninggalkan kite sume.  Nur cume boleh doakan untuk nenek and also atuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Nur is only left with 1 grandparent, paternal side.  Nur is going to treasure every moment with every one, family, friends... all the loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before ending, Nur di sini ingin mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya kepada semua umat Islam di seluruh dunia.  Kalau ade salah dan silap, harap maaf kan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6143971941137483818?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6143971941137483818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6143971941137483818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6143971941137483818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6143971941137483818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/sedih.html' title='Sedih'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-907183339694601629</id><published>2008-09-06T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:34:27.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramdhan'/><title type='text'>Puase Yok Yok</title><content type='html'>Tau tak sekarang orang yang paling Nur tak suke sape? Org yang tak puase. Tak puase tak pe lah.  What Nur meant was that tak puase, you don't have to eat in front of people. Doesn't matter you're a man or woman, whatever your reasons, nak tunjuk terror ke, orang kafir tengok kite macam tu, tak malu ke? Kalau bukan dengan orang-orang kan, at least tau malu lah dengan Allah. Tau malu lah sikit dengan budak kecik yang berpuase. Tau malu lah sikit dengan orang yang bukan Islam, yang cube nak tau the feelings of fasting that they themselves fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you should also feels malu dengan Nur nie yang penat dapat tahan. And so that rider complaint penat lah, haus lah... whatever. Nak air ke nak makan, don't ever ask from Nur. Kalau nak dosa, jangan heret orang sekali. There's no way Nur is going to take food for orang yang tak puase. And then these colleagues also took their break. Depan mak je baik ke? It's so sad that you memperbodoh-bodohkan your very own parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it's your hal dengan Allah kan? Ok. Every Ramadhan it's always the same old same old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-907183339694601629?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/907183339694601629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=907183339694601629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/907183339694601629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/907183339694601629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/puase-yok-yok.html' title='Puase Yok Yok'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-5827870972474192728</id><published>2008-08-28T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:04:28.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SLYwPMN_17I/AAAAAAAAACA/JmYdMsenkas/s1600-h/72954479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SLYwPMN_17I/AAAAAAAAACA/JmYdMsenkas/s200/72954479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239428254028257202" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malam ini, ku sendiri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    tak ada yang, menemani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seperti malam-malam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang sudah, sudah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hati ini, selalu sepi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak ada yang, menghiasi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seperti cinta ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang s’lalu, pupus&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-5827870972474192728?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5827870972474192728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=5827870972474192728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5827870972474192728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5827870972474192728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/malam-ini-ku-sendiri-tak-ada-yang.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SLYwPMN_17I/AAAAAAAAACA/JmYdMsenkas/s72-c/72954479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-1204241499869968091</id><published>2008-08-22T01:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:24:12.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeing single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>How do you know? Boyfriend Part 1</title><content type='html'>How do you know your boyfriend is 'feeling single' or you are unimportant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   He prefers going out alone with his friends&lt;br /&gt;2. He don't prefer to tag you along&lt;br /&gt;3. (Related to 1 &amp;amp; 2) He can at least try asking but too many excuses&lt;br /&gt;4.    He likes it when girls like him&lt;br /&gt;5. Plan more outings or time with friends than you&lt;br /&gt;6. Asked you to go back early but ask other girls to come down and chit chat&lt;br /&gt;7. Forgot about your date (Worst thing ever!)&lt;br /&gt;8. He text other girls, so manje2&lt;br /&gt;9. Early in the morning can meet up with friends but for you, see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Observation in process... ... ...)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note.  This is what Nur observed.  Nur is not dissing anyone or pointing fingers at any particular person.  So sape yang terase... makan chilli banyak-banyak :) Nur is so in love with her Baby---&gt; Baby the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-1204241499869968091?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1204241499869968091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=1204241499869968091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/1204241499869968091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/1204241499869968091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-do-you-know-boyfriend-part-1.html' title='How do you know? Boyfriend Part 1'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-1383813620932144203</id><published>2008-08-12T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:40:18.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sachok'/><title type='text'>It's getting hot in here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SKFXOILAqqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_r9m2y1iyEY/s1600-h/11082008552.jpg"&gt;         &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SKFXOILAqqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_r9m2y1iyEY/s200/11082008552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233560142204676770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Ayun's new hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun just came back yesterday and decided to meet up.  Nur didn't notice it at first.  He parked his bike at WCC and smiled.  Nur, blur as always, wondered why.  Then saw Ahmad Bogeh when he suddenly said something about Ayun's hair.  Nur, once again blur, thought it was just about his hair cut.  Then went up the stairs, "Ouch!", Nur pinched Ayun's ear.  This is when Nur noticed his hair being highlight.  Her adorable Ayun looks hot! So damn hot that Nur cannot take her eyes of her Ayun  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday was quite boring.  Selalu lepas jalan-jalan go WP then lepak but WCC mcm tak de bende gitu cume Nur like the bean thingy.  The shop.  Nice.  WCC cuma ade Ahmad Bogeh and 2 WCC riders, Nur think.  And 1 of them is, err, the one.  Scandal.  Nur did not say anything.  Scandal can mean or refer to many other things but paham-paham aje lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur can't wait for holidays.  Yesh!  Next week.  NO EXAM!  Only class test.  Talking about class test, Nur better revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. "Ayun! Ayun! Sachok sey!" Hee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-1383813620932144203?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1383813620932144203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=1383813620932144203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/1383813620932144203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/1383813620932144203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-getting-hot-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s getting hot in here'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SKFXOILAqqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_r9m2y1iyEY/s72-c/11082008552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6452245739194147869</id><published>2008-08-08T15:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:48:20.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 girls 1 cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pitcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>I Survived!</title><content type='html'>Nur told her friends about it but she herself hasn't watched.  Now, Nur had watched all 4 videos and survived (She can still eat her Cadbury).   There's 2 girls 1 cup, 2 girls 1 finger, 1 girl 1 pitcher and 4 girls finger paint.  WARNING! IT IS VERY GROSS! It's about puking, pooing and vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur is not sick in the head ok.  She was just curious.  You know when people say don't do it but you still did it. Just like when all the people said don't watch it, Nur wants to watch it and all 4 at one go.  Those people are so sick in the head.  The world is a strange place to live in when people started to eat poo and men starting to chop off their balls (BME Pain Olympic Final Round).  Nur hasn't watch that yet.  But Nur can assure that the pooing and everything else is real.  So yuck! Nur wonders how many cocaine they took to do that? Are they in their right mind?  Nur's cat did smell her poo but she ran off after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are curious like Nur, go watch it. But if you are someone like Nur's friend, when she saw the pooping part she started to look away, weak in the stomach, will vomit in seconds, so don't watch it.  To those who wants the link, google it.  Under 'thatsphucked.com' something something.  Good luck! Enjoy your nice delicious chocolate ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6452245739194147869?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6452245739194147869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6452245739194147869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6452245739194147869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6452245739194147869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-survived.html' title='I Survived!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-5179636514278404144</id><published>2008-08-04T22:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:08:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Stay</title><content type='html'>Boring! Boring! Boring! Baru balik dari Causeway Point. Balik from school, rest jap then go CP bought concealer. Then singgah WCC jap jumpe her Adorable Ayun and also kasi Zaki some hint. Nur msg Zaki kacau2 dier. Kahaha.. He don't know Nur was the one who msg-ed him so Nur asked him to look out for budak pakai baju hijau... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, jumpe Ayun jap then kene balik. Mendak sey kat WCC. Nur sat there, duduk belum panas lagi then her Ayun asked her to go back because he wanted to send order. You may think why kene balik tak duduk aje. WCC kan byk mats and minahs so Ayun takut ade orang kacau2. Boring kan. Nur meant the place. Lagi pun Nur saw anak-anak abu, tak cukup umur... bluargh! Paham-paham je lah. Kat Woodland Point lagi gerek. Anyways, Nur pleaded to stay but he tak suke. Lagipun cume ade Ayun, Zaki, Anip and Fairuz. Everytime they came back there's another order. Then Nur will be alone.  Kalau ade Mint-os tu sume tak pe. Ayun also don't like. He said next week dier try bilang Shasa, tak nak WCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday kene keje. Closing. Nur think store close at 11. Nur may know some of WCC riders lah. See lah mcm mane. Tak de joke lagi ah kat WP. Semalam funny sey. There's a bunch of chinese group sitting at the next table. Then they suddenly screamed. We saw a big thingy fly. Nur just ducked. Itek nak elak then that fly lekat kat baju dier. Then when we noticed it's a flying cockroach, Nur terus bgn lari jauh2. Jgn ckp Nur, dorang2 pun pekik. Then Ayun killed it. Jarang nampak dier bunuh binatang. All laughed. Si Zaki tu dari dalam then kaypo go luar nak tau ape jadi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur found out that we don't have Sem exam. So our class and maybe some other classes will have term break as early as 18 August. YOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-5179636514278404144?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5179636514278404144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=5179636514278404144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5179636514278404144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5179636514278404144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-stay.html' title='Please Stay'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-3039068562935509516</id><published>2008-07-28T12:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:16:44.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tudung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alim'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nur is Nur. Nur won't be a hypocrite. Nur don't want people to see her and then restrict to things. Nur is a very open-minded person. You can talk just about ANYTHING to Nur. Just because Nur &lt;em&gt;pakai tudung&lt;/em&gt;, you want to say something and oops... because Nur is there. Nur doesn't care. Nur &lt;em&gt;punye&lt;/em&gt; wildness &lt;em&gt;masih ade&lt;/em&gt;. You wanna talk dirty, fine. Nur still swears and curses and whatever not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Nur knows how to behave in public. And Nur hates it when some &lt;em&gt;makciks&lt;/em&gt; looked and stared and all that. As if your &lt;em&gt;anak tu baik sangat&lt;/em&gt;. Like Nur said, Nur won't be a hypocrite. Nur can hold her boyfriend's hand, but if some guy wants to shake her hand... shake &lt;em&gt;je ah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all &lt;em&gt;orang yang pakai tudung tu baik&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;alim&lt;/em&gt;. Or &lt;em&gt;yang tak pakai tudung tu jahat&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Ingat orang balik dari haji tu iman dier kuat ke&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Ahklak dier baik ke&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Ikhlas ke&lt;/em&gt;? Nur started to wear &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt; like 6 years ago. Although it's quite a long time, but Nur still learning. Papa went for pilgrimage and asked Nur to wear &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt;, which Nur wore &lt;em&gt;tak iklhas&lt;/em&gt;. It took Nur like 2 years to really opened up and sincere about wearing &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt;. Nur studied in circular school so Nur &lt;em&gt;punye perangai tu masih ade. &lt;/em&gt;Nur is still learning. Sometimes &lt;em&gt;nak kuatkan iman&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;em&gt;nampaknye&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;syaitan menang&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Kadang2 solat pun tertinggal&lt;/em&gt;. Nak &lt;em&gt;go kedai bawah&lt;/em&gt;, Nur &lt;em&gt;tak kai tudung&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why Nur don't want to judge people. If you saw &lt;em&gt;orang pakai tudung tu cukur kening&lt;/em&gt;, don't judge or think like, "&lt;em&gt;Pakai tudung pun cukur kening&lt;/em&gt;." Who knows she was like that before &lt;em&gt;pakai tudung&lt;/em&gt;. But that ain't Nur. Nur plucked &lt;em&gt;kening&lt;/em&gt; satu helai je, ish &lt;em&gt;dosa&lt;/em&gt; Nur &lt;em&gt;rase macam seluas laut&lt;/em&gt;. Still remember Nur went for photoshoot, then the makeup artiste makeup for Nur then asked Nur whether she can plucked Nur's eyebrow because she said the picture won't looked good. Nur &lt;em&gt;mati-mati tak nak&lt;/em&gt;. The photos still look good. Wonders of pho-shop :) And Nur sometimes apply nail color. And Nur had seen some &lt;em&gt;minah2 fairing&lt;/em&gt; apply it too. Nur's reason would be, menses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Nur said, Nur is still learning. Every Sunday go religious class, sometimes it opened up Nur's mind and thinking. &lt;em&gt;Biler dengar ustaz&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;ustazah bebual&lt;/em&gt;, sometimes you realized the sins that you had done, it's like whoa. We are still young, so people like us who went to circular school, their mindset is different from &lt;em&gt;budak2 gi sekolah madrasah&lt;/em&gt;. Nur think ah. But whatever it is &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;, it's never too late to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-3039068562935509516?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3039068562935509516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=3039068562935509516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/3039068562935509516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/3039068562935509516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/nur-is-nur.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-8478860968297742636</id><published>2008-07-27T01:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:54:38.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian McKnight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Men and their ego</title><content type='html'>So Nur was asked to forget whatever had happened... Okay.  There is never a perfect relationship. No matter how you try to avoid it, there's always that argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur had fun with her girlfriends (Dearies). It's been a  quite a while since they get together and they will be meeting again on Wednesday. Hehehehehe... They talked about their lives, what's going on, and of course how things with their boyfriends. The one thing they had in common?  Their boyfriends are a jealous freak. The guys will get jealous over silly things like when you say how nice or handsome or how you admire this particular celebrity. That is so dumb. And when the guys say some particular girl is cute or looked like a model, doesn't matter who, the girls just go with the flow.  Girls don't have that long story like the guys do. Men and their ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also they talked about marriage. How some of their friends are like already married and have kids where the girls were like, "No no. That's not us. We still have a long way to go, to enjoy." And Nur was like, "Enjoy single life, have a boyfriend, enjoy or experience going into a relationship, get married, enjoy married life, kids will be the last part. Even if it takes 10 years." Career and independent are in the Dearies's mind. They think ahead. Let's put it this way. They don't need a man. They can live without man. If anything were to happen, at least they can support themselves. Anyways, they still love their men though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian McKnight - Still in Love lyric. Because that's how Nur feels about her Ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think I must be dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That you are here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Must have died and gone to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's all that I hoped it would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When the eagles forget how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When it's twenty below in July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when violets turn red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And roses turn blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I live to be around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You take my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't help but talk about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Every night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When eagles forget how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's twenty below in July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when violets turn red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And roses turn blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All I need is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Need you just to hold me, console me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Over and over... I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-8478860968297742636?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8478860968297742636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=8478860968297742636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8478860968297742636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8478860968297742636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/men-and-their-ego.html' title='Men and their ego'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-8137364859196526598</id><published>2008-07-23T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:15:12.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monopoly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>La Di Da</title><content type='html'>Can relax &lt;em&gt;kejap&lt;/em&gt; because for the study trip can pay using edusave so no worries... Nur still deciding whether to buy that shirt from Metro. 2 for $23 something something. Nur is looking for hooded sweater or some shirt with hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur had weird dreams. She was on the bike with her Ayun then stopped at traffic light. Got alot of bikes also. Then her Ayun wanted to show off, when the light went green, he cornered and then the bike was like 360 like spinning wheel. It was like flat on the floor but.... (1 hour pause) nothing happened. Nur was so frustrated with her Ayun. Nur hates corner (yup, in real life). Then the next scene was her Ayun became some kind of Hulk but not Hulk. He was huge and err...ugly... like a beast. Nur tried to run but he wouldn't let Nur go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, why the 1 hour pause?  Nur, Ahmad &amp;amp; Sukri were playing digital monopoly... hahahah... On Ahmad's laptop.  Nur won.  The both of them declared bankruptcy. hehehe... And the three of them were like wearing green today like it's some kind of Earth Day. But from what Nur knows is that every Wednesday is Plastic Bag Free day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little frustrated because today video cameras are all loan out so can't do any shooting.  Argh! Nur needs to get it over and done with.  Nevermind. Nur will try tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-8137364859196526598?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8137364859196526598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=8137364859196526598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8137364859196526598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8137364859196526598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-di-da.html' title='La Di Da'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-1998001697115140565</id><published>2008-07-22T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:22:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida handwriting;"&gt;Happy 5 Years 5 Months Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur was angry for a moment.  So hard to contact her Ayun.   Low batt.  Always! Bluek!  Nur wanted her Ayun to pick her from school but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nanti kene patah balik&lt;/span&gt;. So no need.  Waste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minyak&lt;/span&gt;.  Although Nur loves to show off her Ayun.  So tomorrow they will be eating at Ya Kun.  Nur don't want to eat much.  Diet and budget.  Need to save for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bintan Study Trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studio Photoshoot with her pet cat, Baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;New laptop bag &amp;amp; mouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping at JB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Nur's memorable study trip was at Pulau Perhentian, Terenganu, Malaysia.  Just the place for Nur.  Clear sea water where you can really see the fishes and corals.  The fun part was snorkeling.  No words can describe the feelings and all Nur can say is she was amazed by God's creations.  It was so deep, you can see nemo, sea cucumber, blue corals, angle fish and everything else.  To get up close and personal, they had bread in their hands and the fish will come close to eat it.  Amazing! Nur wants to snorkeling again and maybe will go to Tioman for scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur wants to go to bed now.  Not sure if can sleep cause at noon Nur was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;syiok&lt;/span&gt; lying beside Baby that she falls asleep.  Nur needs nap, not to sleep. It's a diferrent thing altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie! Adios! Buh bye! Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-1998001697115140565?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1998001697115140565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=1998001697115140565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/1998001697115140565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/1998001697115140565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-8694016467615501594</id><published>2008-07-17T22:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:01:16.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cadburry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Cadbury Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SH9YkUu0IDI/AAAAAAAAABw/BvzCnWTfoiw/s1600-h/sds.jpg"&gt;                                                                                                                                         &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SH9YkUu0IDI/AAAAAAAAABw/BvzCnWTfoiw/s200/sds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223991473836662834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SH9Xr9gBx9I/AAAAAAAAABo/TOx3-rXGU5w/s1600-h/chocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 157px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SH9Xr9gBx9I/AAAAAAAAABo/TOx3-rXGU5w/s200/chocs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223990505527953362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Nur was tempted.  She doesn't know which one to buy but ended buying Cadbury Desserts Tiramisu.  A must try!  It was so nice! Yummy! Yummy! The coffee creme filling so totally melt in your mouth.  Erm, Nur already finished it.... heheh.  She was thinking about that Tiramisu for days.  It costs $5.55 but FairPrice had discount, $4.80.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur was wanting to share it with her Ayun tomorrow but... too irresistible.   But still, Nur's number one temptation would be her Adorable Ayun.  There's something he said yesterday that Nur found it cute.  Nur wouldn't said it here cause he said to keep it a  hush hush.  But it's cute.  Something about email address thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Nur totally loves to freak her Ayun out.  Like yesterday, when they were in a car, Nur put her hand near the window and roll it up.  The auto press roll up.  Nur was like, "Aaahhh!". And he was like, "Baby!"... hahaha. Nur is laughing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takde pape lah&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;main-main aje&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ayun:"Bee, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terperanjatkan orang aje&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Nur: "Bee, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nanti &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tunjuk you perkare bodoh k&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped near the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur: "Bee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tengok&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Nur put her head near the window and roll it up.&lt;br /&gt;Ayun: "Bee!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Nur: "What!?!? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kan I cakap I nak buat perkare bodoh&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ayun: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jgn buat lagi lah&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Ayun was like totally freaked out.  At a moment he thought the window was really rolling up automatically.  He was like putting his hand on his chest as if he's having a heart attack.  Adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;nUr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-8694016467615501594?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8694016467615501594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=8694016467615501594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8694016467615501594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8694016467615501594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/cadbury-love.html' title='Cadbury Love'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M_81WwZC8lQ/SH9YkUu0IDI/AAAAAAAAABw/BvzCnWTfoiw/s72-c/sds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-4246885428389375772</id><published>2008-07-15T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:59:08.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>15 minutes break.  Argh! Coding make Nur's head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur had weird dream or rather funny.  Nur was having breakfast at Mac when she saw Khairi.  Then after that went to see Mama then Nur drove her around.  Nur drove through this multi story carpark then hit the side mirror.  He dad's gonna killed her! Wuahahahah! Actually that's not all... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malas nak cerita panjang2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay.  Later got 2 hours break. Nur going to IMM to deposit check.  Then buy choz.  Hahaha... Also needs to buy Baby's food.  Later, when Nur reach Marsiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of Stuff to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nur needs to start exercise regularly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayar puase balik&lt;/span&gt;. Should be 5 more days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16 July - GEMS assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17 July start filming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;18 July - IDD first draft then at night go out with her Ayun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalau nak join sila picit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;22 July - Monthly Anniversary. Her Ayun will pick her up from school. Let's eat Ya Kun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;26 July - Girlfriends outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;30 July - VAF assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;31 July - MC. CL training thingy. Later at noon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masuk JB ramai2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok. So mama gave Nur the green light to masuk Johor isi minyak then out.  But Nur will try to psycho. Kahaha... Confirm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur's lecturer is back.  See ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Nur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-4246885428389375772?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4246885428389375772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=4246885428389375772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/4246885428389375772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/4246885428389375772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-5805288133044286318</id><published>2008-07-14T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:01:34.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>Monday always sucks.  Today woke up late.  Nur was suppose to wake up at 0745hr but instead she woke up an one hour later.   She reached class 1030hr when class was suppposed to be at 1000hr. hehehe... Miss quite alot but Sukri helped Nur out.... This InDesign thingy quite confusing.  And Sharlin was like too fast.  Nobody can really catch up.  Nur should listen instead of blogging.  Hahahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning was quite a shocked.  Nur's cat is one naughty girl.  Everything was a mess at the living room.  She actually broke this... errr... &lt;em&gt;tak tau lah aper bende&lt;/em&gt; tu but it's like a bottle thingy made of clay which Nur bought from Cameron Highland for her dad.  Nur was so mad that she shouted at Baby.  Nur picked up the broken pieces and Baby just sat there looking at Nur.  Baby must be feeling so guilty. So freaking mad at Baby.  Just why can't she sit still.  She is so crazy.  Sometimes out of the blue, she just ran from nothing.  Weird cat!  Just like her owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nur better buck up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-5805288133044286318?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5805288133044286318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=5805288133044286318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5805288133044286318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5805288133044286318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6140330168140992071</id><published>2008-07-12T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:04:56.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes The Grass Isn't Greener</title><content type='html'>Nur is a bad girl. Nur is a bad girl. Nur is a bad girl. Nur is a bad girl. Nur is a bad girl. Nur is a bad girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know back in those school days where you talked in class or did not do homework, you will have to write like 100 lines of it. "I will not talk in class".... hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur is a bad girl. Just a way to remind herself. Her Ayun is a good boyfriend. Maybe Nur went too far. Nur was like Bo Ra from Snow Queen. What an emotional wreck bitch!  Nur deserve to be kick 'KAPOW', and roll down, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masuk dalam longkang&lt;/span&gt;. TEBABO! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terlalu mengikutkan perasaan agakye&lt;/span&gt;. Ok lah! Ok lah! Nur made such a big fucking deal out of everything. But still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; hate her Ayun. It just the anger that make her said what she shouldn't had said. Maybe Nur was hurting inside that she just wanted to get back at him. But somehow it hurts her too when she was hurting him. And it hurts her even more when she just turned around and walked away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day her Ayun gets to know a girl who is nicer than her, please tell Nur. If she can really make her Ayun happy, Nur is willing to let him go. Because Nur don't deserve someone as good as her Ayun. :--(   &lt;---- Is this what crying looks like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Nur is not normal. Nur is never normal. So Nur read this Reader's Digest 'Did You Know' section, 'Why we cry when we laugh?'. When Nur was laughing so hard, tears come out. So Nur can be happy and sad at the same time. Ok. Lame. So it stated that after a big laughing jag, tears are a sign that the body is returning to normal. See? Nur is never normal. Girls are weird.  Their hormones are like totally crazy especially PMS. And this Whiser commercial. Have a Happy Period. Since when having a menses makes you have a happy period?  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Hidayah loves Airul so much! SORRY AYUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sometimes we wish for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When we have it good as it gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sometimes the grass isn't greener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; soon as we find out, we forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sometimes the fool doesn't know he's a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sometimes a dog he don't know he's a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sometimes I do stupid things to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I really don't mean it all"&lt;br /&gt;- Babyface: Sorry For The Stupid Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6140330168140992071?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6140330168140992071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6140330168140992071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6140330168140992071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6140330168140992071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-grass-isnt-greener.html' title='Sometimes The Grass Isn&apos;t Greener'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6186067141009155326</id><published>2008-07-09T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:56:20.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Inside</title><content type='html'>Here is Nur blogging in before going to sleep.  Nur needs the urge of bursting.  The title says it all.  Nur nowadays feeling so empty.  She doesn't know why.  She's happy outside but not inside.  Why Nur like crying almost every night before sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do change.  For the better or for the worse.  Her Ayun has change.  Like Nur said in her previous blog.  Although not a huge or drastic ones.  Nur feels that her relationship is not the same anymore.  Her Ayun seems like a different person.  Let's see.  The Ayun before.  He spent more time with her.  He will some what sacrificed his work for her.   He  used to be so excited going out with Nana, Hajar, Sop and Syawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Nana &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sume&lt;/span&gt;, today Nur asked Ayun about 26 July outing.  Which was like 2 weeks later.  Still have time to take off.  But he rather work.  That wasn't the case before.  To set the record straight, Nur is not being unreasonable.  She loves how hardworking Airul is.  Besides spending time with Nur, he needs to spend time with his friends too.  And Nur doesn't stop him from doing that.  It's just that they kind of drifted apart.  That's how Nur feels or observe.  Nisa even asked Nur whether they are still together.  Her Ayun may have not notice it or maybe he just denies it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur will soon come to her decision.  She felt nothing inside.  No emotions.  No more excitement when she sees her Ayun.  Nur doen't want to hurt her Ayun.  Throwing away those five years is a foolish thing to do.  But Nur needs her space.  She needs to think.  She wants him to let her go.  For a while.  Let Nur be free just for a while.  If Nur ever comes back to him, then they belong together.  But still, Nur needs to think twice before she makes a stupid decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur is buying bicycle.  Nur is tired.  Nur is going to sleep.  Nur don't want to think anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6186067141009155326?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6186067141009155326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6186067141009155326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6186067141009155326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6186067141009155326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/empty-inside.html' title='Empty Inside'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-736259328157852358</id><published>2008-07-05T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:58:43.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Experience</title><content type='html'>Nur first experience of driving alone was damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kecoh&lt;/span&gt;.  She was going to meet Ayun after he was back from Batam and decided to pick him up and go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt;.   So here it goes.  Nur was thinking why the hell the metre light on the dashboard and everything was not on.  And what's with the brake sign? So after she waited for Ayun and he came down and she started the car.  She asked him why there's no light?  Ayun sensed something weird like "Where's your headlight?".  So she turned on and suddenly lightly hit something.  Ayun laughed.  "Why the hell the windscreen wiper at the back was moving?" Hahaha....  And as they started to move Ayun said, "Your braked."   "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kecoh sey dayni!"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the 10 minutes ride from Nur's house to Ayun's, she did not turned the headlight and the brake was not release.  Nur thought auto doesn't need that.  Yeah, because Nur learned how to drive manual so there's a little different here and there.  Hahah... Her Ayun laughed at her.  Of she laughed at herself.  That was so silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur thinks that she is ready to drive without someone beside her.  Nur need to get back to her assignment.  Not working today.  Don't know why.  Buh bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-736259328157852358?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/736259328157852358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=736259328157852358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/736259328157852358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/736259328157852358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-experience.html' title='The First Experience'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-3344094184761518566</id><published>2008-07-03T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:45:33.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See!</title><content type='html'>So long never write in. In fact so busy. But then, not at all.  Let's see what's new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Silantra&lt;br /&gt;2. Nisa is back!!!! Nur like!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. People resigned or been terminated.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nur can drive :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Nur went home at 3am for the first time.... hehe&lt;br /&gt;6. Ayun and friends at Batam&lt;br /&gt;7. It's over.&lt;br /&gt;8. Nur needs to update her blog templates &amp;amp; some links &amp;amp; something something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's summarize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's over? Hhmm... The misunderstanding, she guessed.  Nur blamed Her Adorable Ayun.  This was like not the first but the third, guess so.  Because he just likes to give people wrong ideas.  Ah! &lt;em&gt;Dah lepas, lupekan aje. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhmmm... what else? Nur is in class.  Acutally it's break time.  &lt;em&gt;Tak&lt;/em&gt; go break &lt;em&gt;ke&lt;/em&gt;?  Nur is not a heavy eater.  Nur usually on a diet.  But Nur already had breakfast which will kind of last her the whole day.  Yup.  Nur is weird or rather insane.  She has a low BP.  And talking about diet, Nur decided to make a deal.  Well, her own deal which her boyfriend doesn't know.  Nur felt that Her Adorable Ayun has change quite a bit since Silantra.  Nah! Nur don't blame Silantra.  They are a bunch of immature, &lt;em&gt;giler&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;pecah perut&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;gerek&lt;/em&gt; bunch of people.  Yeah! Bunch bunch.  It's just that he did stuff he never done before.  Well, he did before but Nur doesn't like.  So if Nur ever find out, ever smells or ever sees, for that one day, Nur will starve for one day.  If two, two days.  Wow! Smoking really helps to lose weight.  People may say or think what's the biggie dealie, well, it's not.  Nur just doesn't like.  Anyways, he been warned.  Nur told him that if he doesn't like to get scolded by Nur, she suggested he do it behind her back.  Even if it means he has another girl.  Nur is being naive.  Lives in denial.  Lie to Nur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah told Nur why she's not jealous when her Ayun kind of quite close with a certain girl.  Simple.  Trust plays an important role.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur can't wait for her Ayun to return home from Batam.  He went there with other McRiders, for 2 days.  Nur hope to get some goodies. Wee Woo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur needs to go to class.  Other class is coming in.  But most important of all, Nur needs to pee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-3344094184761518566?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3344094184761518566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=3344094184761518566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/3344094184761518566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/3344094184761518566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-3039231658345269443</id><published>2008-01-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:53:10.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix Marriages</title><content type='html'>Watching American Idol.   It's like Season 7 and yet why the same old thing where people can't sing and all those weird stuff they do.  ASS! (Attention SeekerS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was watching Suria yesterday. A new show called Kpak Bing Bing.  Not really sure what the show is all about but I think it's some-what about marriages.  So, the 2 hosts asked this Suria's artist about her baby's name.  You see, hers was mixed marriages so, yah, to her, name is not important.  Well, she has mix blood too.  But you know, name is like so important, it's like reflects who you are, your personality...  Mine means Light of Guidance.  Hehe... I dunno how to guide people and please don't ask me for directions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's say kalau I want to marry a non-Muslim, I make sure I do what God commands us to do and follow Muhammad's (s.a.w) teachings.  Make sure rukun Iman tu ade, solat tu ade, in other words, make sure kau punye Islam betul.  And if that guy wants to marry me, he needs to know Islam and accept it.  Or else, bye bye.  Once dier dah masuk Islam, he certainly looks up to you or your family.  Dier dah penat blajar pasal Islam then tgk kite tak practice ape Islam teaches us.  Let's say if your marriage doesn't last long, kalau Islam dier kuat, Alhamdulillah, kalau tak, dier dah keluar dari Islam, an effort goes to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in S'pore, there's two.  Their wives like...ok, one to me was ok ok but the other is like, I don't how to describe.  It's like you lelaki kan, then your wife masuk Islam, it's like a big role for you.  That's why sometimes I need Ayun to lead me.  All I need in a guy is one thing, Solat mesti jage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn! Drawing assignment over.  Maths revision with Bhavani tmr and I found out I won this SPEnv quiz... hahahaha... Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-3039231658345269443?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3039231658345269443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=3039231658345269443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/3039231658345269443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/3039231658345269443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/01/mix-marriages.html' title='Mix Marriages'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-8318944963212929192</id><published>2008-01-05T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T05:09:17.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Baby.</title><content type='html'>So, when I just finished work, I called for cats.  Instead of 2, only 1 came. Three days ago my cat, I named her Baby, at my workplace, died. Because of the darn dogs! Well, we saw the dogs like 3 days before Baby died. I kinda wonder why there were dogs suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Wednesday, Ahmad called my Ayun and told him what happened. And Ayun told me. I cried. She had been with me for like the past nearly 5 years. From the day she was skinny to being 3 times pregnant to being so very fat. And I'm suppose to feed her today.  Her last moment was not to have a proper meal. She must be waiting for my Whiskers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that Iman saw those dogs either fighting or chasing Baby. So Iman on his bike tried to chase the dogs away from Baby. And then he kinda saw Baby in the dog's mouth. Poor Baby!! Okay! So I know dogs and cats can never be best friends. Whatever it is I hope some foreigners whose hungry for dog, would hunt for those dogs, roast and eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun said if he ever sees those dogs he would beat them up. As an animal lover, I don't think it's right. It's an abuse. So I just hope those dogs will die of hunger, hit-and-run or whatever it is that will make them die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor Baby. And then there's Tiger. A cat near Ayun's blk. The last time I saw her, she was so fat. Ayun saw her few days back and called me to tell me that she's already skinny. She had a tag thing around her neck. Either she lost or her owner, heck care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-8318944963212929192?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8318944963212929192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=8318944963212929192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8318944963212929192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/8318944963212929192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2008/01/tribute-to-baby.html' title='A Tribute to Baby.'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-7689454727348106522</id><published>2007-10-13T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T01:07:11.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>Previous blog. Posted on 1 October 2007. We went to Makmur Restaurant on 29 SEPT instead of Oct... hehehe... Zaidi noticed....heheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-7689454727348106522?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7689454727348106522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=7689454727348106522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/7689454727348106522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/7689454727348106522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2007/10/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-9027552159093586214</id><published>2007-10-01T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:28:19.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Service at Makmur Cafe</title><content type='html'>Last week, Saturday, 29 October 2007, break fast at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makmur&lt;/span&gt; Cafe with my dearies.  So, we kinda had a very bad experience/service.  Utterly disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hajar&lt;/span&gt; had already reserved a place 2 days in advanced.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Airul&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I went in first since we arrived earlier.  We went in, stood near the door, there's this lady, she's the staff there, looked at us, that's all.  Although it never stated "Please wait to be seated", at least have the courtesy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; us. Then we heck care, went to this table with the name holder 'Cik Siti', the name Hajar used to reserve but I was wondering why it was for 4 pax.  Actually that's the different &amp;amp; the ONLY one Siti there. Then Nana &amp;amp; Sop came in then call the staff, then this and that, you know, we have to go in &amp;amp; out of the cafe with everyone looking at us.  We felt like an idiots!  So luckily, there's this table for 15 pax, only 5 came and they managed to get seats for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, 1835hr.  Food already ordered.  Time, 1840hr.  The staff poured water for us and Nana asked for another cup cos they only put 5 cups instead of 6. Time, 1845.  No cup arrived. I think we have to wait like 15 mins until we get the cup. Time, 1902hr.  Prayer call for us to break fast.  Soon enough our ordered drinks arrived.  1920hr.  Food have yet to arrived, everyone fed up, Airul &amp;amp; I went for Maghrib prayer first.  Time, 1935hr.  When we arrived, only rice, kangkong belacan &amp;amp; egg were served.  Last min. the staff told us garoupa no more.  So we ordered &lt;em&gt;siakap&lt;/em&gt;.  Before that, Nana asked whether the omelette S or M.  She said S.  Nana said that we ordered M then the staff said "Oh, actually this is M."  At that point I already felt cheated! If you looked at the omelette, it looked like they cooked 2 eggs. &lt;em&gt;Kalau malas nak tukar cakap. Melayu dengan melayu pun nak tipu ke? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, 1945hr.  That's it! Although the rice, veggie and egg had been served, we only paid for the drinks.  Before that they asked us to hold on saying it's still cooking.  There's 3 staff at the counter then one by one went to the kitchen as if to avoid us.  As if to delay time so that by then the food will be ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within that one hour or more that we'd waited, table on the right and left had already finished their food and went off.  By the way, we did ordered first before the outside table.  But people at the outside table get their food first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is a bad customer service! Oh yah, THERE'S NOT EVEN A WORD OF APOLOGY FROM THEM!!!!  They don't know how to handle this kind of situation.  Time, 2015.  That's the time we like really break our fast.  I don't think I want to go there anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-9027552159093586214?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9027552159093586214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=9027552159093586214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/9027552159093586214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/9027552159093586214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-service-at-makmur-cafe.html' title='Bad Service at Makmur Cafe'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-6684829471383200878</id><published>2007-09-13T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:55:05.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Comes Again!</title><content type='html'>Ramadan is here once again. Allahamdulillah! I am well and alive to be able to 'see' this Holy month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur harap, I can menjalankan ibadah puasa ni dengan sempurna.  And also to membanyakan membaca Al-Quran and menghafal surah2. Insya-Allah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing different about this Ramadan is, nenek, maternal side, is here for , I don't know, one month? If not, then I think this year Hari Raya,  my mother's siblings will come to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhmmm.... So far, this year raye preparation was super duper fast. Baju kurung untuk first day raye dah siap except for mine. The tailor said something about the front part being complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will do a good job Mr Tailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... To all the Muslims all around the world, Eid Mubarak! Hope with this holy month we will be able to do alot of good deeds to brothers and sisters of Islam and even to the non-Muslims.  Insya-Allah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not fast without valid reason, you are a muslim ONLY by cert.  And to those with excuses, you do have a home. So, eat at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-6684829471383200878?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6684829471383200878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=6684829471383200878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6684829471383200878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/6684829471383200878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramadan-comes-again.html' title='Ramadan Comes Again!'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-5765682891067368376</id><published>2007-08-03T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:01:28.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep-walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost'/><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>Here's the story.  It happened quite a number of times.  Ghost.  Do you believe in ghost?  Months of studying at weekend Madrasah, I know now there's no such thing as ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what does ghost has do to with it?  I don't whether I'm sleep walking or anything, but you see, quite a number of times, I'm so tired that while watching TV, I fell asleep.  I ALWAYS locked my bedroom door.  And the next day, 'someone' switch off my TV.  Not with the remote control but with the button thingy itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, it happened again.  Law &amp; Order at 2345hr.  The last time I checked, it was like 0015hr.  I fell asleep.  Of course, I forgot to switch off my TV.  I woke around 0125hr.  Yup, the TV was already switch off.  And no, no sleep mode or anything.  There's one day I slept till the next day without switching off my TV only to realize 'someone' had switch it off.  Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ayun, my boyfriend, told me to install a cam or something.  I'll try to do that.  And if anyone reading this or you're an expert, do you think I'm sleep walking?  Or the TV switch off by itself because it's hot? Or there's 'someone'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is really 'someone', I would like to thank that 'someone'.  Thanks for saving my electricity.  It's my environmentalist ghost....kehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I don't have to worry right for not switching of my TV?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-5765682891067368376?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5765682891067368376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=5765682891067368376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5765682891067368376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/5765682891067368376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2007/08/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936518790607573556.post-849747467523098296</id><published>2007-08-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:17:08.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.A...</title><content type='html'>So, me new blog.  I had an old blog but it's just that everything so new and I'm so...blur o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, people said blogs are for people to write down about their personal lives or whatever.  Just like diary and it was suppose to be personal right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I won't write much of my personal life here.  Just some random thoughts or my personal point of view about certain things, current affairs and may even involve religion.  Not the racist kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/936518790607573556-849747467523098296?l=scentedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/849747467523098296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=936518790607573556&amp;postID=849747467523098296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/849747467523098296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/936518790607573556/posts/default/849747467523098296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scentedmemories.blogspot.com/2007/08/psa.html' title='P.S.A...'/><author><name>Nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733129037495482030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
